Anthropocene: the dream of dominion
achieved. The sweat of our forebears
subdued the earth. The epoch of Adam
is done. Today the new age groans
for a sickness shadows the lands
and nets of death deplete the seas.
So scour the scriptures for holy words
to tend the afflictions of earth.
Listen – set aside your books to hear –
she speaks her truths in feral tongues.
In the howling crown of a wildfire,
in the crumbling face of a glacier,
in the cracking of ice on the Arctic Sea
a summons comes to humankind.
Go make an ark of living earth
woven from grasslands, rivers, and trees,
ten thousand arks across the globe,
refugia fit for Gaia.
Make an ark of the boreal forest,
an ark of the chaparral.
Set aside the high desert,
keep the tundra intact.
Consider each reef a cathedral
and every swamp a sanctuary.
Let lawns revert to meadows
and plant a billion trees
for a fever flushes the face of Gaia,
her time of trials has come.
Within this age an Eden awaits.
In your hands, the seed.